Running Around with My Hair on Fire

I don’t how many of you have ever moved to a new town and become the lead pastor of a church. Anyone? Just me? Fine. Then you will have to come up with your own context to apply this, or you will be stuck just mocking me, which I think we could turn into quite a fun game.

Anywho, when people ask me how long I’ve been here in Fayetteville at the Grove, I have to think about it. It has only been a little over three weeks but if feels like so much longer. It’s not because anything bad has happened or that it has been particularly difficult It’s just that I have been moving at such a fast pace and so much has happened. It takes a lot of energy to move into a new situation like this. There are a lot of people that want to meet you and get to know you, and I want to meet and get to know them. I want to cast new vision and energy for what God will do in the future and that takes a lot of energy as well.

Did I mention that I have a family? They need to get connected to people. We were here a week when we got Lauren connected with a Soccer (Futbol?) Club. She practices 3 nights a week, we’ve already had 4 games, 2 of which were in Oklahoma (not a typo). School started last week and we are trying to make new friends. We are going and going. It has been a blast. I have no complaints.

However, after 2 1/2 weeks of this, last week I just crashed. I was hit with the overwhelming tireds. I realized I was pushing a little too hard and falling into the oft lamented trap of all doing and minimal being. “Nice, Cloften, what does that mean? It sounds very deep but I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It is very important that I take a significant amount of time each day and connect with God, not just prepare the next talk, sermon, staff meeting. All of those are spiritual endeavors, but they take from me. Connecting with God because I love him, fuels me. Recognizing that he is in control slows me down and reduces the stress and pressure. Life is a marathon, not a sprint. Ministry is a marathon not a sprint. Leading a church is a marathon not a sprint. A friend of mine recently quoted someone else (I don’t think my senior English teacher would approve of that documentation) said that ministry is a series of sprints and rests, and that’s the best way to “run this marathon.”

(Let’s beat the metaphor to death and even mix it up) Sometimes the fastest way to get somewhere is to go slower. Sometimes the only way to get there is to stop and get gas. Sometimes running and running and running as fast you can only gets you somewhere short of your goal quickly and to your goal, never. Sometimes the way to do more ultimately is to do less now, or better said, to do more with God.

A week or so later, I’m still tired, but I think that has more to do with allergens at the Paradise View Apartments. I feel I’m going internally slower while still growing pretty fast externally. I still have plenty to do and plenty of stuff worthy of stress. However, I am more and more increasingly aware of God’s love and sovereignty.